Giles Babcock (one_of_twelve) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-21 10:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !trigger warning, giles babcock, kirsty cotton |
Who: Giles Babcock & Kirsty Cotton
When: Let's say Friday?
Where: The Babcock-Cotton home
What: Comfort, then sex
Rating: NC-17? I dunno how the American rating system really works. Just...triggery and sex.
Status: Complete
Giles Babcock awoke, feeling the summer heat that had settled over him. It was pretty late in the day; he’d spent a long time taking down the fortifications at the bar the night before. The thin sheet was stuck to his body by copious amounts of sweat, and Babcock sat up, rubbing his eyes. He was alone in the bed, and swung his legs around onto the floor. Wearing only his boxers, he walked to the kitchen to get some water.
Babcock looked up at the clock, hoping Kirsty would be home soon. The urge to protect her was strong, even to protect her from her own thoughts. He knew what it was like to be trapped inside your own head, with nobody but yourself. For Babcock, that was rarely pleasant company.
She came home from work a while later, toeing off her boots by the front door and hanging up her leather jacket. She unholstered her gun, hanging that up as well and bringing the gun with her to set on top of the fridge, per usual. When she saw Giles, she smiled.
“Hey. How’re you?”
Giles turned to her and smiled gently. “I’m good,” he said, walking toward her and briefly pulling her into a one-armed hug. “Sit down for a sec, I just want to talk to you ‘bout something. About what you said on the net,” he explained. “In the dreams.”
She raised an eyebrow, but sat down as instructed. His hugs were always welcome; they made her feel protected, like she was covered with a very comfortable and hugely substantial blanket.
Once seated, she crossed her legs and folded her arms. “What’s up?”
Babcock set his arms on the table, hands fidgeting with each other. “Pinhead. Your guy in the dreams, your demon...I know you’re scared of him, and I know you’re interested in what he is. I get that. In my dreams, I can see so much. I can wield so much power and it scares me even though I want it,” he said.
Giles sighed and wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead. “I don’t want to think about you eating your gun. The idea of losing you scares the ever-living hell right out of me. More than going back to prison, more than getting killed myself. So if Mr Pin turns up with his meat hooks swinging, promise me you won’t go that way. ‘Cause I’ll fight for you, and what’s more, I’ll goddamn win.”
She moved to sit on Giles’ lap, letting her head rest in the crook of his neck. It was so much like her dreams that she had to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from crying. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard someone she’d loved say those words, and every time, they ended up drawn and quartered or worse, wondering why them.
So she just nodded, not wanting to agree verbally on the off chance that Spencer did show up, on the off chance that someone worked her safe deposit box open and found the box. “Promise you’ll never ask me for the box. Promise.”
Giles truly believed what he said. Should the ‘Pinhead’ turn up, he had every confidence that he’d rip into the son of a bitch like a crow through wet bread. He lifted his arms up and around her as she spoke, and then took her chin to lift her gaze at his, locking eyes with her. “I promise. Never,” he said firmly, meaning every word.
Her eyes were glazed with tears and she just nodded. “I lose everyone I get romantically involved with to that fucking box. In the dreams, at least. I won’t let it happen here.”
Giles kissed her on the forehead, and then on the lips. “Ain’t gonna happen. I’m a vampire God, remember?” he said with a slow, fragile smile.
She chuckled to herself. “So he could fuck with you for an infinite amount of time. Great.”
“Nobody’s fucking with me. Demons are meant to be immortal, right? They can’t die?” said Giles. “If he turns up, I’ll test that fuckin’ theory.”
“He can die temporarily if he’s mortal, but that only happened the once when I convinced him,” Kirsty murmured. “Have I mentioned my dreams are really fucked up?”
Giles laughed just a little. “Eh, talk to me when you’ve committed genocide,” he said, and his hands dropped to her waist. He lifted her onto the table and kissed her collarbone. “So are we clear? You gonna stick around with me, come hell or high water?”
She nodded. “It’ll be hell before high water. And it’ll be ice opposed to high water. But I’ll stick with you.” Kirsty kissed him gently, knowing that the man Giles was becoming was much better than the man he dreamed. It was nice.
Babcock’s hands swept up her back. “Good,” he said simply, and then his smile turned into a grin, with something wicked lurking in the corners of his mouth. “Now, I’m pretty damn hungry...vampire, y’know. So I gotta eat.” He began to kiss along her neck, one hand moving to the front of her jeans and idly but insistently pulling at her belt.
Kirsty stroked his cheek, glad that she’d found someone so damn loyal to her. It’d probably take a combination of their stubbornness to live through her dreams, which showed no sign of stopping.
But she laughed and shook her head when he tugged her belt off. “Is there ever a scenario that doesn’t make you horny? Not that I’m complaining, I just want to know so I don’t end up doing that.”
Babcock thought for a moment. “Piers Morgan,” he said. “Thought of him makes my soul want to slip out of my ass....” He rested his head just below her breasts as he worked on her. “But you? I’d get horny watching you kick toddlers off a ferry all day.”
That made Kirsty laugh out loud. “That’s such a specific turn-off. What would happen if I got a tattoo of him on my ass?”
Giles again paused in thought. “I guess I’d never bring up anal,” he remarked.
“Good answer.” She tugged his shirt off, grinning and pulling him closer.
Babcock lifted his head to push his lips against hers with sudden intensity, actually trying to take her breath away. He broke the kiss and moved back down to her stomach, grabbing at her jeans to pull them away.
She always felt taken care of by Giles. She knew that some of her friends thought he seemed a little bit of a loose cannon, but Kirsty saw him very much as her white knight. Giggling when he tugged off her jeans, she ran her fingers through her hair.
Babcock traced his mouth down her bellybutton to the rim of her panties, tugging them off with his teeth and diving in without much in the way of teasing. He was eager to taste her.
Yeah, this was one of the perks of marrying him. She leaned back on the table, not telling him to slow down or ease up. Instead she just tried not to make too much noise and just enjoyed the fact that he seemed to enjoy this so much.
He wasn’t sure what it was in him. If he spent more thought on it, perhaps it was to do with his dreams...the hunger, the thirst, the need. It swept through his veins and pushed his actions. Giles was barely aware of his hands reaching upward to caress her breasts as he felt the first touches of warmth on his lips, his mouth at her entrance.
She rocked her hips against his mouth, making him taste her, leaving him no option. One of her hands went down to fist his hair, tugging him closer. “More,” she demanded.
Giles wasn’t about to deny her. He pushed his face harder between her legs, his tongue insistently moving inside her pussy, before withdrawing as he moved his attention all around her cunt with barely restrained frenzy. He forced himself to hold back a little, lifting his head away from her to tease the outside just a little more before sucking hard on her clit.
Some women said they knew their fiancés loved them because they brought them flowers, or jewelry, or gave them foot rubs. Kirsty knew that Giles loved her because he drank her like he’d been wandering the desert for months, ate her like he was starving.
Shifting her legs, she pushed him to the floor. “Lay down,” she murmured. Sometimes she just wanted to forget the dreams, blot out everything but the taste and sound of him.
Giles looked up, allowing her to push him down as he licked his lips clean of her. He felt his back hit the sun-soaked floor and stared up at her.
Smirking, she moved so her thighs were alongside either side of his head, wondering who would enjoy this more, her or him. She lowered herself a bit more so that she was just barely within his reach if he strained.
He tried to push himself up using only the muscles in his back; his body tightened and strained with effort, and he could already feel the sweat running down his back in cool droplets. Finally, he captured her cunt in his mouth, licking over every inch to feel more of her taste on his tongue.
Because he’d tried so hard, she settled a little more heavily on him, rocking her hips gently. She loved being able to bring him to his knees with this, even though he was strength and power personified. Riding him a bit, she reached back as much as she could, running nails over his stomach.
The touch of her nails along his abs sent a tremble through him and right up the length of his erect cock. His tongue even trembled inside of her, and he abandoned any kind of teasing to push deeper up inside Kirsty. He wanted to wrap himself around her very core. He wanted to see sweat fall from her brow. He wanted to make her tremble and drink from her pussy.
She shuddered and rocked her hips a bit more, biting her lip before crawling off him and tugging his pants off. She didn’t really give him much of a choice before sinking onto him, reaching for him to lean forward so she could kiss him, lick her own taste out of his mouth.
Giles felt himself lifted a little as she fell onto him, and then he was all the way inside of her. He gripped the back of her head as she kissed him, practically attacking her tongue with his own.
Sometimes a girl wanted to be coddled, to be held and told everything would be all right as her beloved gently made love to her. And sometimes she just wanted to fuck the life out of him to reconfirm that they weren’t dead just yet. She moved harder, not really caring if she hurt him because she knew he’d like it anyway.
He lifted up toward her, pounding harder into her as she impacted down upon him. He tore his lips away from her for a moment, kissing hard and savagely along her neck, teeth grazing her skin as he did so. One hand slapped down over her ass in a vice-like grip. He wanted to leave a bruise.
Her teeth sunk into his shoulder as he kissed her. After all of her dreams, all of the blood and the death and misery, she wanted this moment for them. Because even though it looked like they were trying to tear each other apart, it was actually very sweet and made her feel fond and happy.
Sweet, red blood flooded his mouth to join with her juices, and he tightened his eyes shut in sudden, overwhelming bliss. This was what he needed. His mouth was dripping.
Giles suddenly lifted his head away, and something had changed over his face. Something dark and deep and born of a syringe. Giles Babcock, who killed his mother, keeper of the Many, God of the Haven, ripper, monster, viral. He tossed her onto her back, withdrawing his cock from her before suddenly entering again in one single, fluid motion. Their bodies shone with sweat and he pushed deep into her with every inch of him.
She raised an eyebrow, and she’d have questioned him if she’d had time to, but she was too busy whimpering his name between yowls and purrs. Egging him on with hard scratched down his back, she had a subconscious thought that she couldn’t yet hear, but would plague her in dreams to come. What is so wrong with me that monsters keep falling in love with me?
Babcock moved above her, and he suddenly realized that beneath her moans and his grunts, he could hear their hearts beating. A pair of speeded-up thump-thump-thumps. He could hear the blood racing, and then he saw her eyes.
“Kirsty,” he groaned in a deep mixture of ecstasy and longing as he came, pulling out swiftly and spilling himself down her thigh. Without hesitation he thrusted hard into her again, wanting to feel her own pleasure around him.
It didn’t take much longer for her to follow; whenever he said her name like that, she always got wetter and warmer. Her skin flushed and she tore new trails on his chest with her nails. Immediately she felt guilty and ran her tongue over them gently.
Giles rested his head against the crook of her neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to...” he began, trailing off as he kissed the bite mark he’d left.
“To what?” Kirsty blinked, belatedly realizing she was bleeding. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just a scratch,” she murmured. Her fingers ran over his back. “I think I got you worse, anyway.”
Babcock smiled weakly. “Eh, makes me look cooler anyway,” he said, and was quiet for a moment, just keeping his gaze fixed lazily with hers. “How’s next weekend sound for getting married? Short notice?”
She shook her head. “Sounds perfect. You sure you’re okay with the people I’ve invited?” She ran her fingers through Giles’ hair and smiled crookedly.
Babcock sat up with her. “Not funny,” he said dryly. “It’s fine, though.”
“Well, good.” She liked her friends, even if Giles didn’t.
Giles nodded a little, and then stood up. “C’mon. Let’s eat, then fuck, then I think Jerry Springer is on, then fuck again.”