The rush of sundown made the house tremble with activity, in the larder minions ran from side to side cleaning and sorting the many unfortunate souls unlucky enough to be trapped within the confines of the vampire's home. Upstairs Drusilla hummed a tune that only she knew, while Spike lazily watched her turn about as she danced with a blinded doll. Angelus made it his business to enter each room, making certain everything was up to inspection. Hard to entertain a meal when the house was in this state of movement, but by the time the first stars showed themselves all but he and Darla would be gone, leaving them to a silence they rarely enjoyed.
As he made yet another trip up the stairs, avoiding a steady flow of bodies coming down as he was going up, he caught a scent just on the cusp of his senses that drew him into Darla's chamber. The room was overpowered by the scent of Peppermint oils, yet this was not the scent he hungered for. No matter how long she bathed not more than the faintest breeze of mint could cling to the cool flesh of her body. No power on earth was strong enough to mask the aroma of power and lust that brewed in her blood. It drew him to her still damp body like moth to flame. He briskly pushed several servants aside, placing strong hands over the curves of her hips, tracing patterns down her thighs until he was on his knees tickling at the backs of her ankles, head rested against her shivering body.
With a wave of her hand Darla sent the others out of the room, leaving only a creature of her making and a desire that a hundred years together could only begin to sate.
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Her thighs are satin under his hands and he parts them gently, savouring every millimetre that allows him to see and smell her more fully. She blooms under his eyes, a flush of blood engorging her vulva so it rises to meet his lips. His questing tongue hunts her down, the tip caressing each fold, each peak, until their liquors merge – his saliva with her piquant arousal.
Fingers – slender, delicate, and strong – first comb then tug his hair, pressing him closer to her core. He resists, but only till he drags a plea from her unlocked mouth, the word he knew would come in time, with enough care.
"Angelus."
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