shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-21 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, crossover: baccano!/murder princess, pairing: claire/faris |
Baccano!/Murder Princess, Claire/Faris
Title: bloodthirst
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: Baccano!/Murder Princess
Pairing/characters: Claire Stanfield/Faris
Rating: R
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Claire Stanfield/Faris, sex under the influence
She was laughing when the blade caught the light on the downswing, gave a delighted cry when he slipped away too fast to catch, sprung up on the throne with his foot braced against the arm rest. Her hair fanned out around her in a pale arc, and the air was heavy with miasma.
“Aren’t you coming?” She asked, beckoning him with brief insolence. “Shouldn’t you hurry?”
“You’ve done a fine job,” he marveled, grinning a hyena-bright smile. “You’re very thorough.”
She paused, balanced neatly on the edge of the heavy rug—saturated with blood, as was everything in the room—and smiled back, one beautiful monster to another. Both of them gleamed, pale skin dotted with sweat. Her slender black pupils were swollen; poison rode the air. Death-scent rode the air like perfume, and the toxic corpses at their feet twitched in the last throes. “I try.” She said, warm pleasure flaring in her low voice. “Are you coming, or are you going to be a pain in the ass all day?”
His pupils had flared with red already, and his feet touched the ground. “Maybe I’ll paint you over the walls like you did those unfortunate fellows.” He murmured, Vino stalking closer on light feet.
She grinned, feral and drunk on the fog and sheer death. “Then it’ll be my day, I guess.” She replied; the fine white gown was torn, baring a princess’s smooth white unmarred skin, the soft swell of breast and lace undergarments smeared liberally with scarlet. “Hurry up, unless you’re just planning on being in my way all day.”
He moved fast enough to blur in her eyes; she abandoned eyesight, whirled with the blade up and singing, the shadows pulling her back, feet striking marble that was slick with blood. He flowed around the blade and the knife snapped out, earning a delighted blood-slick grin. He was too close and the knife skidded off ribs and then his wrist at an awkward angle as he lunged in, knocking her down.
The sword came up between them and she went for his throat with her teeth, snapping shut on flesh. Not-quite-poison twisted in her veins, made her light headed and dizzy, fingers burning with sensation. He laughed, the sound bright and blurry, and forced her wrist down.
Her skirts were sodden with blood between them, and her heels sank into the floor as she twisted, threw him onto his back and rose to straddle him, knees smacking the floor. She could taste copper flat on the back of her tongue, feel it humming against her pulse, and the demon under his skin twisted with a bone-white grin as she bent and let the bloodlust spill out against his mouth.