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Tweak says, "Fire bad, tree pretty"

Spike (chipswiththat) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-12-27 22:11:00

Entry tags:

jack harkness, kitty pryde (aoa), klara guildsen, rebecca crane, rose, spike

251 // open voice
Funny how they always pull the plug right when we get to the fun part. Nothing good lasts around here, does it?

[ Locked to Jack Harkness ]

Not. A. Word.

[ Locked to Rose. ]

We should go out tonight.

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justexisting
2014-02-27 12:11 am UTC (link)

[ Perhaps it warrants a future conversation, deciding on what to do and how exactly to take advantage of it. A fleeting thought, because now he was pressing inside of her once more and Rose is adamant he'd take her breath away if it were possible.

She pushes back against his thrusts with all of her strength, growling with the effort, letting Spike know just how much she liked that he wasn't holding back. One of her hands reaches up to seize the back of his neck, fingernails digging in until they draw blood; she'll let her demon out to play for a while also.]

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chipswiththat
2014-02-27 10:56 am UTC (link)

[ It should probably be a cause for concern, how close he's teetering to the line of abuse but he was never shy about what he enjoyed or how little he was capable of feeling remorse. Fighting is just as thrilling as shagging for him, perhaps even more so and if you can combine the two he's as happy as a clam.

He growls at her fingernails drawing blood, slamming his hips forward in near brutality. ]

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justexisting
2014-03-02 08:39 pm UTC (link)

[ Rose is far from delicate, and won't break so easily. She has seen glimpses of the kind of Spike is and yet, she cared about him a great deal. If he was making her uncomfortable, she'd soon let him know.

Now was not one of those times. Her instincts told her to push back against him with all of her strength and drag her nails down his back, leaving red lines in their wake. She plans to make him bleed just like he did to her. Rose can feel herself shifting into her game face, not even trying to stop herself. It was a natural response. ]

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chipswiththat
2014-03-04 12:46 pm UTC (link)

[ He should thank his lucky stars that glimpses is all she's gotten — the way he gets off on violence, on bloodshed and mayhem and other people dying, it's not something he expects her to accept let alone see as something worthy of her affections. He knows, perhaps a little too well, that she's too good for him. Too human, too compassionate and right now that becomes the target for his pent up frustrations.

He is frustrated. She's great but he's frustrated. First the chip and now the need to lay low, to keep quiet, not make too much of a ruckus because there are no sewers to hide in here, no highways that'll take you the hell out of Dodge when the going gets a little too tough for his liking. You can only keep a wild animal in a cage for so long and he is definitely that — an animal. Soulless. Brutal. Frustrated beyond belief and it leaks out into the whiplash nature of his thrusts, the growl between gritted fangs. ]

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justexisting
2014-03-10 12:42 am UTC (link)

[ She remembers what it was like to enjoy the thrill of the hunt and the coppery taste of warm blood filling her mouth until she had drank every last drop and the person went limp in her arms. But Rose had changed, embraced her humanity and tried to do right for people, make up for those she had maimed and killed.

There were times when Rose felt like she could sense his frustration, but she made no comment on it, waiting for Spike himself to acknowledge it. She didn't want him to kill and Rose had tried influencing him as best as she could. Sometimes, a person couldn't change their nature, but she still couldn't ignore her feelings for Spike.

An inhuman sound comes out from Rose, her nails biting into his skin until she can feel more blood beneath her fingertips; she realises just how easily she could hurt him, break him. Flip him over and have her wicked way. Instead, Rose pulls a hand away from his back, bringing her fingers to her lips to taste his blood, licking at them greedily until they were clean. She snarls his name out, moving against him with incredible force until she's coming, hard and fast without much warning. It didn't seem to matter to Rose much because she still kept up with her movements, until Spike was right there with her.]

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chipswiththat
2014-03-11 04:31 pm UTC (link)

[ A part of him would always hope that he'd be able to corrupt her, drag her back to the dark side — she wasn't daft like Harmony or in need of a caretaker like Dru, but perhaps he could give her enough of the demon to make her tip over. Of course, another part of him was pretty sure that would never succeed and yet a third wasn't sure if he wanted to.

The humanity in her was something he'd come to enjoy, if not admire.

The sharpness of pain in his back and the wet, slow trickle of blood pushes him forcefully towards climax and when she suddenly clenches around him there's little he can do but keep moving, finding his own release a few thrusts after hers. He bites back a growl, close to a feral snarl, muscles moving of their own accord through the last few erratic thrusts. ]

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