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TITLE: Mockingbird, Part 6
AUTHOR: Tesla and dessert_first
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CHARACTERS: Angel/Anya, Xander/Cordelia, Fred/Gunn/Wesley, Spike/Buffy, Tara/Willow, Gwen/Lilah, Lindsey/Darla
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SUMMARY:
NOTES: Set in Anya!World.Very AU. In this universe, Darla wasn't re-vamped, Anya got the visions in our previous episodes.
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"Lindsey," Darla drew out his name, breaking away from him to lean back against the cold glass of her window. "Take off your shirt."
He didn't hesitate. Unknotting his already loosened tie, he drew it out slowly, letting it slither to the floor. His hands went to his buttons next, undoing them one by one simply, without flourishes. When he reached the waistband of his trousers he pulled the shirt up, finished the remaining buttons, and shrugged it off gracefully. The soft blue fabric fell to the floor with a muted whuff.
Darla tilted her head, a little smile on her red lips as she considered him. "Now the rest," she said.
He knelt to untie his shoelaces and she smiled down at the top of his head, meeting his eyes when he looked up at her. He removed his shoes and socks, setting them aside neatly, and stood up again, undoing his belt. It made a soft sound as he pulled it free from his belt loops and let it slide out of his hand onto the growing pile of clothing on the floor by his bare feet. He undid the button on his charcoal-gray trousers, pulled the zipper down slowly, carefully over himself, already swollen under her rapt attention. He let the pants slide down, revealing his legs, then shucked off his underpants, meeting Darla's gaze unflinchingly.
Her hands were gripping the windowsill, the night sky outside framing her as she watched him. "Lindsey," she said.
He looked at her standing there in her heels and business suit and tasteful makeup, and wondered how it was she seemed more naked than he did.
She closed her eyes, breathing in, and let go of the windowsill. "Lindsey." She walked right up to him, buried her face in the warm hollow between his neck and shoulder, and breathed. She stepped back and looked at him again, reaching out one crimson-nailed hand to trail down the muscles of his chest, skirting down over the soft skin of his stomach, lower down to stop just above the thatch of pubic hair. She pressed her palm fully onto his skin, feeling the texture of it, the warmth, imagining she could feel the life surging under the surface. She kissed him, just there on the pulse in his neck, admiring the red mark of her lipstick on his golden skin, taking in his beauty.
He tilted her face up and she met his eyes, his blue gaze open. She put her arms around him, solid and alive, full of life, full of passion, full of promises he'd always keep. She pressed her clothed body up against his naked skin, felt the heavy promise of his erection tight against her, felt his arms fold around her, and she kissed him. When he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, she was laughing.
Part 7
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