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I wrote something!
For the Sunday100 challenge. Theme of Worst Day or Fear.
Riley didn’t want to want to be here, on this grimy mattress, holding this dirty, needy girl. But being here felt more real than just a few hours before when Buffy was making love to him. The vampire’s bites sent shivers of pleasure-pain through him. She needed him and he was using her, he didn’t feel like a soldier boy. Someone’s tool. Riley had the power, the control. If he wanted he could slide a stake through her, feel her body seize and explode, covering him in dust. He gripped her hair tighter.
“Harder.” A few minutes more and---
“Riley!”
For the Sunday100 challenge. Theme of Worst Day or Fear.
Riley didn’t want to want to be here, on this grimy mattress, holding this dirty, needy girl. But being here felt more real than just a few hours before when Buffy was making love to him. The vampire’s bites sent shivers of pleasure-pain through him. She needed him and he was using her, he didn’t feel like a soldier boy. Someone’s tool. Riley had the power, the control. If he wanted he could slide a stake through her, feel her body seize and explode, covering him in dust. He gripped her hair tighter.
“Harder.” A few minutes more and---
“Riley!”