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Ficlet: Silk Shackles

 I'm a week behind on prompts, hope that's ok! 

Title: Silk Shackles
Author: smells_corrupt
Rating: R
Prompt: Silk Handkerchiefs
Words: 545
Setting: Between Dead Things and Older and Far Away
AN: I can't stop writing angsty, season 6 sex stuff. I may have a problem. 

 
 
 
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

She stands at the edge of the room, watching him, silent. He’s stretched across his bed, eyes closed, sheet slung low across his waist, the flickering candlelight throwing his bruises into stark relief. He knows she’s there, but he makes no movement of acknowledgement, doesn’t even open his eyes. Waiting, she supposes, to see what she will do. And that’s the question keeping her motionless. She can do anything to him. She is no longer a creature of darkness, but she’s not quite the creature of light she once was. She could, should maybe, destroy him for all the things he’s done to her. But he never did a single thing she didn’t want, a single thing she didn’t ask for; not a single thing she doesn’t want to pounce on him and beg for all over again. She wants to grab him. Sink in teeth and claws and hold on. She wants to tear him apart. Hit him until he starts to fight back. She wants to kiss him and kill him and everything in between. She wants him on top of her, drowning her in fire, behind her, spewing filth. She wants him under her; powerless and trembling as her name falls from his lips like a prayer.

And more than anything she wants to feel him loving her. Because one of them has to.

She should leave. Turn around and walk outside right now. While she can still blame this whole mess on thinking she was wrong. Before she has to admit that she still aches for him in ways that can absolutely not be healthy. Her fingers worry the scarf around her neck. She put it on this morning, a desperate attempt to blot all memories of vampires. As if hiding her scars would make her stop feeling him. As if, by avoiding looking at bites from a lifetime ago, she could forget about the bites that he’s left in far more intimate places, with far blunter teeth.

She should leave. Stop the wheel while it’s still her spin. She has the perfect excuse. Good girls, human girls, don’t sneak around fucking monsters. Good girls don’t play trust games with handcuffs and vampires. Good girls don’t roll around in the dirt. And she’s a good girl now, absolved of all her sins. So she’ll go. Dig out her crosses and string up her garlic, and make it stick this time. Leave him in the dark, where he belongs.

She moves forward. Sheds her clothes as she goes, until all that’s left is the scrap of silk balled in her fist. He finally sits up and his eyes track her progress across the room, initial wariness giving way to desire the closer she gets. She kneels on the bed, loops the scarf behind his neck, and pulls him to her.

They need to talk. She needs to tell him what Tara discovered, needs to tell him that he’s been wrong about her all along. But, oh, the noise he makes when she runs her tongue along the bruises on his face, and he’s lifting her up and slipping inside, and pulling the scarf from her hands.

They don’t talk. Instead, they spend the afternoon exploring the subtle differences between silk and shackles.


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gryfndor_godess
Apr. 25th, 2011 06:45 am (UTC)
Oh, this is sad and lovely, which is not something I can usually say about an S6 ficlet.

As if, by avoiding looking at bites from a lifetime ago, she could forget about the bites that he’s left in far more intimate places, with far blunter teeth.

This is so evocative, as is the first paragraph. It captures her headspace so clearly, and then you have this line, which is also heartbreaking and so true, as we'll see in "As You Were":
And more than anything she wants to feel him loving her. Because one of them has to.

The last line is excellent!
smells_corrupt
Apr. 25th, 2011 11:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I love the idea of getting into her head between DT and OAFA. She knows that there's technically nothing wrong with her, but she keeps up the affair anyway and at some point she surely made a conscious decision about that. So it's nice to hear that I was able to capture her headspace!
rebcake
Apr. 25th, 2011 08:51 am (UTC)
Good girls, human girls, don’t sneak around fucking monsters.

Hmmm. Pretty sure there's something wrong with her argument. An argument she's only having with herself.

Wonderfully done!
smells_corrupt
Apr. 25th, 2011 11:21 pm (UTC)
The argument certainly doesn't last long at any rate. Thank you!
quinara
Apr. 25th, 2011 09:24 am (UTC)
Angsty S6 stuff is always good - and this is especially so! Between DT and OAFA seems somewhat unexplored as far as my memory goes, at least in terms of fics about Buffy's state of mind, rather than her bringing First Aid or whatever - and I really like what you've done here.
smells_corrupt
Apr. 25th, 2011 11:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm kind of surprised that there aren't more fics that explore her thoughts and actions in that period of time. Something changed between the alley and her birthday party, but what? I'm glad it worked for you!
shapinglight
Apr. 25th, 2011 09:47 am (UTC)
Beautifully written. I love it.
smells_corrupt
Apr. 25th, 2011 11:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
readerjane
Apr. 25th, 2011 12:44 pm (UTC)
(Because one of them has to.)

Oh, beautiful.


smells_corrupt
Apr. 25th, 2011 11:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
brutti_ma_buoni
Apr. 25th, 2011 04:23 pm (UTC)
Mmm, lovely painful fic, struggling for balance in a difficult world.
smells_corrupt
Apr. 25th, 2011 11:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
moscow_watcher
Apr. 25th, 2011 11:50 pm (UTC)
I can't not love this stuff. Do I have a problem too?
smells_corrupt
Apr. 26th, 2011 12:07 am (UTC)
I've decided that without people who feed on angst, things like BtVS would never be made. See what I did there? It's not a problem if it's vital to the entertainment industry :)

Thanks for commenting!
hello_spikey
Apr. 26th, 2011 12:32 am (UTC)
*fans self* So hot!! Love it. All the pretty angst, mixed emotions and the passion that cannot be denied! NOM!

smells_corrupt
Apr. 26th, 2011 03:19 am (UTC)
Wow! Thank you!
slaymesoftly
Feb. 12th, 2012 10:54 pm (UTC)
"... Because one of them has to..." OMG. Yes.
smells_corrupt
Feb. 14th, 2012 12:52 am (UTC)
:D Thank you!
treadingthedark
Feb. 13th, 2012 12:16 am (UTC)
Gorgeous!!
smells_corrupt
Feb. 14th, 2012 12:55 am (UTC)
thank you!
anviloverheaven
Feb. 13th, 2012 12:33 pm (UTC)
And more than anything she wants to feel him loving her. Because one of them has to.

Buffy was in such a bad, bad place in S6, and this fic conveys that so perfectly. I think I need to go and read something fluffy now :)

smells_corrupt
Feb. 14th, 2012 12:55 am (UTC)
Thank you! Go enjoy some fluff :)
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