You know, I'm starting to think our little Boy Wonder here is gettin' a little green eyed monster over this whole thing I got with C. Not that we've been doing much of the screwing since the Karate kid showed up, but I guess it still smarts something fierce that I gave up my nightly rumblings with him for a little more mature feminine loving from the formerly engaged prom queen. Man, what's with me lately and the flings? I've always been a get some, get gone kinda girl... but now I'm turning into the chick everybody wants a few rounds with.
If Angel and Wes start lustin' after me, I'm joining the convent. Because that? Is just plain fuckin' whack. Sure, I had the hots for the big guy at one time, but now we got that whole brother/sister thing goin' on. I've had enough "daddy"s try to get in my pants to not be cool with the familial love turning into something more. And Wes? I'm sorry, but tweed man just ain't my style. I'd be wicked surprised if the boy even knew where to stick it. No offense, but have we seen the dude get busy with anyone in the last couple of years? He's either really good at keeping it under wraps or he's one Hell of a prude. I got my money on the latter.
Anyway, C's been wicked busy with the figuring out her own messed up head lately, so I've got kiddie patrol tonight. Me and Connor got the honors in patrolling tonight. Normally, I'd be all over this party, but none of the guests have showed so the night's a total bust. The kid's pacing something wild back and forth while I'm kicking it back on an oddly comfortable gravestone. There's a few pebbles that managed to keep my attention under wraps. I've been having a blast and a half chuckin' 'em at the boy wonder.
"Would you quit that, already?" he yells fiercely at me when a small white pebble ends up clocking him on the side of the head, right above his ear. If the boy's supposed to be the male form of a slayer, he's sure got some slow reflexives. I could've caught that in my sleep. "It's getting annoying."
"Like you couldn't have caught it," I roll my eyes, clearly dismissing his mini-tantrum. "You know, Connor, if I was a vamp with a wicked looking knife and decided I wanted to take your head off from afar, you'd be deader than your daddy right about now. You really gotta learn to pay attention better. Not all vampires play by the rules. They got no qualms about playing it dirty if it gets the job done."
"Whatever," he mutters. He knows what I say is true though, that's why he's pulling an attitude on me. Kid's a grump when you call him out on shit. Just 'cause he's the Destroyer doesn't mean he's immortal. Same thing about the slayer. Funny thing about us muscle types, for the power we're given, we sure do lead short lives.
"Look, I'm not trying to be all self-righteous here -- that's not my gig -- I'm just saying that it pays to be attentive." A memory of another time paying attention would have come in handy comes to mind. "You could ask Angel about that one."
Kid looks over at me puzzled, his eyes narrowed in that suspicious kind of way. Him and Angel won't be participating in any father-son picnics, but I think they're getting along halfway decent now. At least I don't gotta worry about Connor staking my 12 step buddy.
"What about my father?"
I kick at a pebble, my mouth forming a frown as a flood of bad memories hit me. "Eh, it's nothing that important. Just something I did to him back when I was the bad guy."
I'm kinda creeped out when he starts grinning like I just told him he won the fuckin' lotto. Maybe things between the two aren't so great after all. "What did you do?" he asks me excitedly.
"Played the part of the sniper," I reply, albeit reluctantly. It's not like I'm proud of it. It was a cowardly thing to do in the first place. I was never one to beat around the bush, always more of a stab you in the front kinda chick, yet I still had to do the wimp thing when I took down Angel. "Buffy and Angel were doin' their usual tragic Romeo and Juliet gig when I shot Angel in the back with an arrow dipped in poison. If B hadn't fed her blood to him, you wouldn't be walking this earth today."
Boy's silent for a moment, as if he's contemplating if that would be a good thing or a bad thing. Finally, he looks up at me, his eyes full or curiosity and the slightest hint of list as he steps over to me, trapping (and I use that term lightly, since we all know nobody can really corner me unless I let them) my body between the tombstone and him.
"Does that bother you?"
"Which part?" I smirk up at him, not giving away anything. I dig it when he takes the upper hand. Sometimes I like to be roughed up too. I'm a closet bottom when the occasion suits it.
"The part where I wouldn't be here," he answers darkly, his voice taking on a more manly tone that only manages to turn me on.
"Why would it?" I offer up smugly. "Plenty of other people to fuck."
He catches onto my teasing right away this time, teasing me right back when he clamps his hands around my wrists to show off his super strength. That's gonna leave a bruise. "But they're not like me," he growls, moving in even closer to me. "They're not strong like me. You told me that you don't have to hold back with me."
"That's always a plus," I laugh, a husky one that rumbles deep inside my chest and sends vibrations through my entire body. "You want to try to take me, kid? Go ahead. I'll probably like it. But let me remind you, I'm nobody's property. So if you have some weird territorial thing going on with me, you can forget it right now."
"I don't care what you do with Cordy," he chirps out and funny that, I actually believe it. Guess spending your life in a Hell dimension means you don't learn much about commitment. "Right now, I just want you."
"So take me, lover," I husk. I burn my eyes into his, challenging him further. I know exactly how to press all of his buttons to get what I want out of him. "Want, take, have. Words to live by." I arch a brow up at him now that I've gave him a few choice words to live by. The time for talk is over, we both know that. "Now remind me what I've been missing out on."
The boy wonder pulls me up to my feet, his grip still tight around my wrists. His lips press against mine, hard and demanding as his tongue pushes past my willing lips. If any vamps come by, I'm thinkin' they'll break out the popcorn instead of the fangs. I thrust my own tongue past his parted lips, sliding it over his and massaging it roughly with the power and intensity that only us superbeings can share. I almost wonder if this is what it'd be like with B... or if she's still so vanilla that even super strength doesn't make her any less sappy. This kid though, while he looks like a wimp, he's got suction like a fuckin' hoover and the teenage hormones always got him up and ready for a little action.
He captures my lower lips between his teeth and bites down. I taste copper and groan. God, I love it when it's rough like this. I've got his upper lip and do some nibbling of my own, more coppery taste filling my mouth and the sounds of his slight surprised whimpering invading my ears. His hands release my wrists only to grab me roughly around my waist, his fingers digging into my hip bones as he presses my body to his. Damn, he's already hard as rock and straining against the material of his baggy jeans to press against the crotch of my skin tight ones.
I bring my hands up to his chest, eager to feel the plains of that slender yet hard form. He's the perfect predator at times, so lithe and light on his feet. I make fun of him for bein' so goddamned scrawny, but it suits him just fine in battle. Feels nice to the touch too, the way his muscles endowed with more strength than the naked eye would predict ripple under my fingertips is more of a turn on than the beefcakes I've fucked in the past. Unable to resist the urge, I make a grab at his T shirt collar and rip it straight down the middle, the fabric easily turning to shred beneath the strength of my fingertips.
"Hey, I liked that shirt!" he protests weakly but shuts up quickly when I take advantage of my mouth being freed to latch it around one of his nipples.
The hands around my waist travel upwards as I flick my tongue over his smooth flesh. Another perk to screwing the boy wonder -- no chest hair. I can't even begin to tell you what a drag it is to come away with a hairball because of some hairy jerk. His skin tastes sweet, the scent of lingering cologne C bought him once fills my senses and I can taste the saltiness of sweat beginning to form as our bodies grow hotter from the little contact we've had so far.
His hands are cool against my heated skin, the night air having chilled them enough to feel like ice cubes trailing over my abdomen and up my ribcage and finally sneaking their way beneath the satiny material of my bra. I'm so caught up in my own onslaught of of his body that I only know my own clothes are ripped off when I hear the sound of seems ripping and underwire snapping. What did I tell you about this kid? Boy's just as rough as I am. Maybe that's why I get such a kick out of doin' the ditty with him.
I shiver when his hands encircle my breasts, the contrast of cold and hot being dangerously erotic to someone already turned on from just fucking kissing. The lack of slay tonight making it way too easy for me to get worked fast in my other favorite nighttime activity. I continue to move my mouth over his body, stopping at the pulse point of his neck to leave my mark. My lips take his skin, bringing it into the warm recession of my mouth as I begin to suck on him roughly, my teeth clamping down on more than one occasion just for the sake of eliciting a whimper from tough stuff here. He matches my bites with pinches to my quickly hardening nipples. The pain and pleasure mixing until I can't really tell the difference anymore. He's gotten better at groping. Maybe the kid rented a few porns in his downtime. He is a teenage boy after all. I wouldn't put it past him.
My own hands travel down to his jeans, unzipping the fly with practiced ease and yanking them down his hips and to his knees. He stumbles a little and falls into me and we both crash onto the ground, his body crushing mine with his light weight and yet we don't stop in what we're doing. My mouth remains latched onto neck, the bruised flesh beneath my full lips ripe and tender after a wicked hard bite.
A few seconds later and all trace of his clothing are gone, the pants having been kicked off as soon as we fell and his boxers somehow disappearing in a fury of kicks I only remember because of his thigh pushing it's way between my legs and almost making me scream with desire when he ground it up into me.
"Are you gonna take me or what?" I ask impatiently once I've finally had enough of his neck. I gotta smirk at the nasty looking mark I left. Kid's gonna have a lot of explaining to do about that massive hickey when we get back to the Hyperion.
"Maybe I should make you beg," he says, a smirk of his own coming into play.
"I don't know if I should smack you or humor you," I retort. Me... beg? Who does this kid think he is? No one's ever made me beg before. "But I'll take that as a challenge. Give it your best shot. We'll make a bet. If I win, you're my slave for a week. And if you win... well, what do you want from me?"
"You could be my slave for a week, I guess," he replies with a shrug. "Or you could teach me what that strange man has been teaching you."
"You want a sword lesson?" I can't help it, I burst out laughing. So that's what he's been pissed about? He's mad because the slayer gets to play with the pretty sword and he doesn't? If he was feeling left out, he should've just said something. I'm not a mind reader, you know? Kid's gotta speak up if he's got a beef with something. "If I'm your slave, you could just demand I teach you what I know."
He seems to dig the concept so he nods at me in agreement. "Okay."
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He gets me and not only quickens his pace, but brings his thumb down to my clit, pressing it hard and sending a thunderous applaud of pleasure through my body as I finally pop, my body arching up one last time to meet him just as he cries out in pleasure himself. He throbs inside me and I bite down on his shoulder to keep me from screaming loud enough to wake the owner of the grave we're fucking over. He does scream as he comes, the bite sending him toppling over the edge of sanity until we're both lying in a breathless heap of sweat slicked flesh.
"I win," he whispers in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as I recover from that terrific orgasm.
I turn around, throwing a slender leg over his waist and rolling my eyes at him again. "You're such a jerk."
"I learned from the best," he replies smugly, sounding more and more like a typical guy by the second.
"Who would that be... Angel?"
"Nope," he shakes his head, a look of mild disgust clouding over his features for a tick. "From you."
And Angel says I'm a good influence on the kid. I just smile, amused more than pissed that he actually learned my tricks and used them on me. "Connor, you got it all wrong, I'm not a jerk... I'm a *bitch*."
"Well now you're *my* bitch," he smirks again, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on my lips. It doesn't go one for more than ten seconds but it's still searing. If bein' his bitch means I get sex, I might lose on purpose more often. When he pulls away, he grabs my hand to pull me up with him. I don't object. "Let's go home. I don't want to fight vampires naked."
"Good plan," I laugh in agreement, scanning the area for my shredded top. "Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I fought a busload of vamps in the nude?"
He shakes his head in the negative so I continue on with my slayer tale. "Well, it all started in one of the hottest summers South Boston had ever seen..."