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FICLET: Hope [Jan. 4th, 2007|11:01 am]
Cass
My general New Year's Resolution is not to make a New Year's Resolution. However, this year I've resolved to finish those little orphaned fics waiting patiently on my HD. Having made the resolution and looked them over, I'm begining to see why some of them got orphaned... However, I am resolved.

*grits teeth*

This was the nearest to being completed, so it gets to be first up...

Title: Hope
Setting: BTVS S6
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Summary: "To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.”
Rating: R/NC-17 (your smut threashold may be higher than mine!)


Spike

He watches as she rides him, hungry for the sight of her, writing every detail in the anthology of his memory. He makes a map of her body, of its contours, its softness and hardness, coolness and heat, sight, taste and scent, refines it every time she comes to him, corrects and perfects it until he knows her body better than 100 plus years have taught him his own.

He knows the way the muscles move in her thighs as she straddles him, firm beneath the smoothness of sun-brushed skin that glows with life. He can replay at will the sight of the pale, thick column of his cock plunging into the heat of her, the warm, wetness of dark curls, sliding out slick with her juices to disappear again as she drives herself to release – and each time the sight catches a breath he doesn’t need in his throat, causes a leap of something in his long-stilled heart, fills him with awe. The muscles of her stomach are tensed, tight with effort, but her skin is soft, covered with a suggestion of feather-light down that glints gold in the candlelight. He has mapped the tiny imperfection that marks her there, a ghost of a scar, the faded badge of slayerhood.

He can feel, although his hands are bound above him, the fragile, corrugated cage of her ribs, and, beneath, the echo of her heartbeat. He can read its cadence, the change in its pace as she moves to release, the hitch in its strong rhythm when she comes. In his head he can move his hands to cup the soft firmness of her breasts, tease nipples bruised red from his lips and teeth, make her gasp and arch into his touch. As he watches, a single bead of sweat trickles slowly downwards, drawing a trail of silver between the valley of her breasts to the shadowed dip between bird-delicate collar bones, sharp below the long curve of her throat, where her blood pulses, strong beneath flushed, defenceless skin.

Each detail of body, of its strengths and vulnerabilities, is written in his being, each element more precious to him than his own unlife.

But her face… her face is harder to watch, harder still to read. If he looks at her face he’s never sure if what he sees is pleasure or pain, passion or self-loathing, lust or disgust. The uncertainty cuts to his heart; but worse than the uncertainty is the one certainty, the one thing he’s sure about.

He doesn’t see love.

And that might yet tear him apart.

But he watches her face, despite himself, despite the hurt.

Because he never stops hoping.

Buffy

He is her rock. What he does to her, the way he makes her feel, the mind-numbing oblivion his body brings her, is the one certainty in her world, her one escape from what she has become. He’s the rock on which she returns to dash herself, night after night, driven by the warring elements of her mind and body and ice-cold heart to seek … something… to drown the emptiness in her soul.

Stretched out beneath her like a sacrifice, she knows his body with the intimacy of a lover, hates it with the intensity of an addict.

His skin is porcelain perfection, gilded by the candle light to a pastiche of sungold, a parody of life. Its flawlessness is marred only by the red welts carved by her fingernails and teeth, by the burgeoning bruises of her desperation. She looks down to watch as she draws him into her, as she tilts her hips to feel the cool length of him fill her, hard against the spot that makes her gasp with a pleasure so intense that it feels more like pain. Beneath her hands, fingers clenched against the churning breathlessness in her gut, the muscles of his stomach tense, hips rising to meet her, to grind the hardness of bone against her aching clit. She slides tensed fingers up and over the cool plane of his chest, up to where the muscles of his arms are taut, straining against the metal that binds his hands above him. His head is arched back in a groan of passion, exposing the long, strong lines of his throat, the firm line of his jaw. Even as she is, she cannot deny the thought that he’s beautiful, with a beauty that catches the breath in her throat and fuels the pressure building inside her, clamouring for release.

But when he drops his head and looks at her she cannot meet his eyes; she fears what she might see, and that what she sees might tear her apart.

She can’t let herself recognize what sparks in the too-blue depths of his eyes; she can’t believe that this evil, soulless creature could feel what she cannot. It’s wrong that so much passion burns in him, that his still heart lives in its silence, stronger and more vital than hers – that a dead man’s fire is brighter than her own.

So she closes her mind to what she sees and closes her ears to the words of love he speaks when he thinks she sleeps. Whispers from a dead man’s lips doesn’t make it real.

This is not love.

It is wrong; he is wrong; she is wrong. What she lets him do to her is wrong, wrong… but if she doesn’t think, if she closes her mind to what he is and just feels… it feels so right. His nearness blunts her pain, and each night with him she feels her loss a little less, and the ache of her return burns a little less strongly.

So sometimes now she dares to look into his eyes, and sometimes she lets herself believe, for a moment – the briefest of breathless moments – that what she sees is real, because when she does she feels, deep in the coldness of her heart, the frail, bright beginnings of hope.

And she needs to learn to hope again.



And so, to work...

Oh! But first, Blame it on the Boogie has been nominated over at round 2 of the Spark and Burn Awards. Thank you, mystery nominator! It means a lot, really it does - warms the writerly heart :)
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[User Picture]From: hesadevil
2007-01-04 11:30 am (UTC)
the sight catches a breath he doesn’t need in his throat
with a beauty that catches the breath in her throat

He doesn’t see love.
This is not love.

And that might yet tear him apart.
and that what she sees might tear her apart.


I love the mirroring you use in this (even though I read it again with hands over eyes against the smut)

Congrats on the noms - I too had a visit from the nomination witch fairy.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-04 11:37 am (UTC)
Hee! I write smut with my hands over my eyes, too :) Not really - but I still find it hard... ahem... despite the pretty visuals.

I do mirror these two a lot - they always turn out to be more similar than they think.

And yay for the nomination! See what happens when you write Spuffy? ;)
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[User Picture]From: kazzy_cee
2007-01-04 12:23 pm (UTC)
I think what I like best about your smut (and that's a sentence I never thought I'd ever type!!), is that it's descriptive, but not that descriptive and leaves something to the reader's imagination. It also avoids all the words that I find really 'jar' to me that describe the bits of anatomy that are banging together...!

I like this little vignette a lot - the mirroring is a great idea.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-04 04:36 pm (UTC)
I rarely write smut because the words are just... yueck. They make me wince and giggle in pretty equal measure. Which is why when I do write it, it tends to be a bit... restrained.

Besides, my reader's imaginations are so much better than mine :)

Glad you liked it, KC.
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[User Picture]From: slaymesoftly
2007-01-04 12:44 pm (UTC)
ah - so them - I love the way you can capture a relationship/emotion in so few words.

And congrats on the nom! Go you!
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-04 04:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I don't seem to be able to get beyond the short ones these days, but I do try to pack it in :)

And - thank you :)
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[User Picture]From: elisi
2007-01-04 01:46 pm (UTC)
God this is amazing. Perfect, perfect S6 Spuffy. Hot of course, but the sex is almost the least of it... I am totally and utterly in awe!
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-04 04:39 pm (UTC)
Awww... thank you, sweetie, you're much too kind! I'm glad people aren't getting hung up on the sex in this. It was very much part of S6 Spuffy, true, but only a small part of so much more.
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From: smudgiboo
2007-01-04 02:53 pm (UTC)
Wow, that was great!! I hope there will be more.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-04 04:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! And more... of something, at least, soon :)
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[User Picture]From: cindergal
2007-01-04 04:36 pm (UTC)
Oh, the season 6 Spuffy, it hurts so pretty. Beautifully done.

And it's always interesting to read smut before breakfast. :-)
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-04 04:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Bless them but you're quite right; they are very pretty when they're hurting.

Smut before breakfast certainly gets the day off to a stimulating start, I find :)
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[User Picture]From: samifidler
2007-01-04 04:41 pm (UTC)
This is absolutely beautiful and yet heartbreaking at the same time. To be so close,and yet completely isolated in their own private hells. Makes me want to weep.

Thanks for sharing this.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-04 08:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you and I'm glad you enjoyed it.

To be so close,and yet completely isolated in their own private hells.

Ah, yes...
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[User Picture]From: bogwitch
2007-01-04 05:23 pm (UTC)
Beautiful. Erotic but not dirty.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-04 08:19 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you thought so. I'm not sure I could do dirty.

How's the sooper sekkrit job going? Are you licensed to kill yet?
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[User Picture]From: brunettepet
2007-01-04 05:56 pm (UTC)
You really captured the disparity of their "relationship" in this emotional snapshot of Season 6, and made me sympathetic to both parties.

These lines spoke to me:

"Stretched out beneath her like a sacrifice, she knows his body with the intimacy of a lover, hates it with the intensity of an addict."

I loved the alliteration in "the burgeoning bruises of her desperation"

Do you mind if I friend you, I'd love to read other posts.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-04 08:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm glad you felt for both of them; my Spike bias sometimes gets the better of me.

I'm more than happy to be friended, and I always value your comments. Thank you.
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[User Picture]From: petzipellepingo
2007-01-04 09:12 pm (UTC)
She can’t let herself recognize what sparks in the too-blue depths of his eyes; she can’t believe that this evil, soulless creature could feel what she cannot. It’s wrong that so much passion burns in him, that his still heart lives in its silence, stronger and more vital than hers – that a dead man’s fire is brighter than her own.
Such a perfect description of Season Six Spuffy. How sad and painful and yet so beautiful.

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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-05 01:58 am (UTC)
Thank you petzi, and thank you for the pimpage, too - much appreciated as always.

((hugs))
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From: fotada
2007-01-04 09:30 pm (UTC)
Elisi rec'ed this, and I'm very glad she did. This was dark and beautiful.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-05 01:59 am (UTC)
Elisi is a sweetheart, and I'm very glad you enjoyed it. Thank you!
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[User Picture]From: moscow_watcher
2007-01-04 10:58 pm (UTC)
Sad, beautiful and hopeful.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-05 02:00 am (UTC)
Thank you - S6 was so dark at times; it needed a little hope.
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[User Picture]From: enigmaticblues
2007-01-04 11:57 pm (UTC)
This was so beautiful, and so painful.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-05 02:03 am (UTC)
And that just about sums up S6 Spuffy, I think. Thank you, Jerusha.
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[User Picture]From: quietpoet
2007-01-05 12:46 am (UTC)
came in here on elisi and petzipellepingo's recs. Did not disappoint =)

This was beautiful, poignant, heartbreaking, and HOT all at the same time.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-05 10:33 am (UTC)
I'm very glad it didn't disappoint :) Thanks for coming over, and for commenting. Much appreciated.
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[User Picture]From: kcarolj65
2007-01-05 01:01 am (UTC)
Amazing. What a wonderful writer you are, bringing a deft sensitivity to the inferno that is Season 6 Spuffy. thank you for this gift.
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[User Picture]From: calove
2007-01-05 10:35 am (UTC)
And thank you for the wonderful comments. I'm really glad you liked it.
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