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snoggedTitle: Leave The Fires Behind
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters and recognizable elements from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Everclear owns the lyrics to “Santa Monica,” which is used in the title of this fic and later on in the story.
Pairing: Buffy/Drusilla
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17
Word Count: 649
Setting: Set after BtVS Season 7. No comics canon was used in the writing of this story.
Summary: A world-weary Buffy faces the end of the world.
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velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
Written for Round 107 - Apocalypse Femslash of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash_minis. snickfic requested Buffy/Drusilla, buttons, astronomy, and dirt.
"Ring around the roses, princess bathed in posies, ashes to ashes, the world burns down…."
Buffy gritted her teeth and crossed her arms, ignoring the way the haunting melody crept down the back of her spine. She hated it when Drusilla butchered children's songs because: (a) they reminded her too much of the first time they met, and (b) they were frequently mega-creepy with a super-sized side of eerie as hell.
It also didn't help that she was right.
About the world burning down part, anyway.
Seeing as that's how she came to be standing on the edge of the Pacific Coast with the vampire who made the Looney Tunes look normal while an un-averted apocalypse was ripping Los Angeles apart at the seams.
Drusilla was the one who'd told her about it.
The night she'd come back to the Sunnydale crater, haunted by dreams of ghosts and lost love.
She'd looked down on the edge of the precipice and Drusilla had looked back up at her in a red cotton dress stained with dirt and blood and whispered something about the moon being in the seventh house and Mars aligning with Jupiter and screwing Saturn or something mumbo-jumbly like that.
Buffy's natural reaction should have been to stake the vampire and stop the apocalypse, but the years had not been kind and she just wanted to rest, wanted to stop, wanted to let someone else do it.
So instead she had walked with Drusilla to the edge of the world and found the place where the waves still crashed along the sand bar.
"The King pressed the button and the peasants learned to scream."
Drusilla laughed, pursed her lips, and threw her arms above her head as she slowly started to rotate her body, arching her back, inhaling the night air and salty sea. She let out an unearthly howl as she spun across the sand until she suddenly fell backwards, landing in a clump of grass and dirt. Her thin white dress was hitched up around her spread-open legs, baring her pale thighs and much more besides.
Buffy's eyes swept across the pale mound of flesh Drusilla had exposed and her tongue darted out in anticipation of the nectar that lay beyond the vampire's plump labia.
"The princess will creep into the bear's den and have her honey sweet. The bear will cry oh my, oh my and bare her fangs for treats."
Drusilla flashed a wolfish grin and her dark eyes glittered with mischief as Buffy knelt down in the sand, settling into the open space between Drusilla's legs. She threaded her hands under Drusilla's knees and pressed her fingers against the swell of the brunette's rump. Drusilla lifted her rear so that Buffy could get her hands fully under and then settled her weight on top of them. Buffy bent her head down and kissed the top of Drusilla's pubic mound. Her tongue licked the shaved skin and then moved downwards to flick against the vampire's clitoris.
Drusilla bucked her hips and whimpered.
"The bees, the bees. Buzz, buzz, buzz around the honey pot. They sting, sting, sting for fun and madness."
Buffy worked slowly, ignoring the incoherent ramblings of the woman writhing beneath her. She rolled her tongue and thrust it deep into Drusilla's glistening hole. The ground beneath them rumbled; most likely aftershocks from LA's apocalyptic earthquake.
She couldn't save them. Couldn't even save herself anymore.
But at least she could savor this.
Drusilla moaned, gripping Buffy's dirty-blonde locks and finding her moment of release.
Buffy shifted her head, resting it on top of Drusilla's belly and letting the woman finger-comb her hair. As she lay there, feeling the Earth groan and settle beneath them, she hummed a tune of her own.
"We can live outside the ocean and leave the fires behind. Swim out past the breakers and watch the world die."
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters and recognizable elements from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Everclear owns the lyrics to “Santa Monica,” which is used in the title of this fic and later on in the story.
Pairing: Buffy/Drusilla
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17
Word Count: 649
Setting: Set after BtVS Season 7. No comics canon was used in the writing of this story.
Summary: A world-weary Buffy faces the end of the world.
Beta: The thorough and efficient
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.Written for Round 107 - Apocalypse Femslash of
femslash_minis. snickfic requested Buffy/Drusilla, buttons, astronomy, and dirt.Buffy gritted her teeth and crossed her arms, ignoring the way the haunting melody crept down the back of her spine. She hated it when Drusilla butchered children's songs because: (a) they reminded her too much of the first time they met, and (b) they were frequently mega-creepy with a super-sized side of eerie as hell.
It also didn't help that she was right.
About the world burning down part, anyway.
Seeing as that's how she came to be standing on the edge of the Pacific Coast with the vampire who made the Looney Tunes look normal while an un-averted apocalypse was ripping Los Angeles apart at the seams.
Drusilla was the one who'd told her about it.
The night she'd come back to the Sunnydale crater, haunted by dreams of ghosts and lost love.
She'd looked down on the edge of the precipice and Drusilla had looked back up at her in a red cotton dress stained with dirt and blood and whispered something about the moon being in the seventh house and Mars aligning with Jupiter and screwing Saturn or something mumbo-jumbly like that.
Buffy's natural reaction should have been to stake the vampire and stop the apocalypse, but the years had not been kind and she just wanted to rest, wanted to stop, wanted to let someone else do it.
So instead she had walked with Drusilla to the edge of the world and found the place where the waves still crashed along the sand bar.
"The King pressed the button and the peasants learned to scream."
Drusilla laughed, pursed her lips, and threw her arms above her head as she slowly started to rotate her body, arching her back, inhaling the night air and salty sea. She let out an unearthly howl as she spun across the sand until she suddenly fell backwards, landing in a clump of grass and dirt. Her thin white dress was hitched up around her spread-open legs, baring her pale thighs and much more besides.
Buffy's eyes swept across the pale mound of flesh Drusilla had exposed and her tongue darted out in anticipation of the nectar that lay beyond the vampire's plump labia.
"The princess will creep into the bear's den and have her honey sweet. The bear will cry oh my, oh my and bare her fangs for treats."
Drusilla flashed a wolfish grin and her dark eyes glittered with mischief as Buffy knelt down in the sand, settling into the open space between Drusilla's legs. She threaded her hands under Drusilla's knees and pressed her fingers against the swell of the brunette's rump. Drusilla lifted her rear so that Buffy could get her hands fully under and then settled her weight on top of them. Buffy bent her head down and kissed the top of Drusilla's pubic mound. Her tongue licked the shaved skin and then moved downwards to flick against the vampire's clitoris.
Drusilla bucked her hips and whimpered.
"The bees, the bees. Buzz, buzz, buzz around the honey pot. They sting, sting, sting for fun and madness."
Buffy worked slowly, ignoring the incoherent ramblings of the woman writhing beneath her. She rolled her tongue and thrust it deep into Drusilla's glistening hole. The ground beneath them rumbled; most likely aftershocks from LA's apocalyptic earthquake.
She couldn't save them. Couldn't even save herself anymore.
But at least she could savor this.
Drusilla moaned, gripping Buffy's dirty-blonde locks and finding her moment of release.
Buffy shifted her head, resting it on top of Drusilla's belly and letting the woman finger-comb her hair. As she lay there, feeling the Earth groan and settle beneath them, she hummed a tune of her own.
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on 2014-08-13 11:41 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2014-08-14 09:41 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!
I don't mind at all. The lyrics aren't mine to begin with. :P
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on 2014-08-15 12:01 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
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on 2014-08-23 01:02 am (UTC)I'm surprised that these two aren't written about more often, either as a slashy pairing (as here) or as rivals, or even grudging allies. They share the same manpires, after all, and there are a lot of things they share when I really look at it.
And they are both very hard to write, I think. Well done, dear lady!
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on 2014-08-23 01:59 am (UTC)You make me blush.
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