A Waiting Convenience

So, I wait.

I wait to be hunted. Gutted. Torn apart. Thrown out. I wait for pleasure. Ecstasy. Tasting skin. Feeling lust.

I wait for all the things her one look can promise.

I wait for her to come here, like she always does.

Because I always wait.

So, now she's here, sucking me into another one of her games. It's not a game to her, though. Just a fuck to get her by, but it guts me. Tears me apart. Throws me out.

And she couldn't care less.

She walks up to me, tearing off her shirt, it's black matching the darkness in the room.

"Why are you still clothed?" She asked, and I remember when I used to be in control of these nights. Really, I do. A vague fleeting memory of when she wanted me. Needed me. Now, everything's dark and I'm just convenient. Her eyes and face aren't a shade of black because of the darkness in the room.

I silently undress. I don't bother to talk anymore. As I finish, I look back at her, and find that she has silently done the same. She leans into me, kissing me with lips that get colder every night. I remember when they were warm. Really, I do.

Her lips trail down my neck and settle on my breast, lightly pulling my nipple in between her teeth. I'm starting with the bad thoughts. The thoughts that make me keep coming back here. I want her to shake and scream under me. I want her to ride the convenient fuck out of my mouth. I want to taste skin. I want to feel lust.

I move to the bed, because she's on her knees and I don't want to do this standing up.

She couldn't care less.

Once I'm on the bed, she stays on her knees. I lie down as she pulls my legs to the edge of the mattress, giving her better room for maneuver. It takes me a second, but I start to feel her nails lightly scraping against my inner thighs. She hasn't done this for a couple of nights, and I had hoped she'd stopped. Sweat starts to form on my forehead. She blows cool air between my thighs, making me jerk more than I would have liked. Still staying under the false perception that I have any control of this.

"What do you want?" She leans in so close to my center, she's almost touching it. I can feel her breath on me, and I realize that I have fists full of newly cleaned sheets.

"Tell me...beg me..." Her nails on me are starting to become painful.

"I want you."

"How much?"

I'm about to say her name. About to tell her to stop. To tell her how much more we can have, other than these nights. We could have something real, something bright.

She senses what I'm about to say. Her tongue darts out and slides easily into my cunt. All of my words die in my mouth and come out as a moan. Her tongue moves out of me slowly and back in, her lips gently sucking on my clit.

I'm gasping for air as her mouth moves faster, bringing me to the edge. I tense as the fire runs through me, screaming her name.

Before I can even have a chance to recover, she moves on the bed to meet my lips as I try to sit up. My mind melts when I taste myself on her mouth. The brutality of it keeps making me have these bad thoughts. I roll us over so I'm top of her, still licking away any trace of me from her lips.

She pulls away; "You like how you taste on me?" Her teeth pull at my bottom lip; "Is this what gets you hot in the middle of the day?" Her mouth moves to my earlobe; "Knowing how good it can be at night?"

I remember when I said that to her...really, I do.

My hand moves down her body and slowly my finger moves along her wet folds. I'm looking at her face the whole time, and she tries to push me down. It's less intimate for her if I'm eating her out. I can be anyone when I'm eating her out, but she has to look at me this way. So, I don't let her push me down.

My fingers go inside her, my thumb rubbing at her clit. Moan after moan is heard as I move faster, her hand moving up to her breast. I feel her arch into me, but my eyes never leave hers as she climaxes.

She dresses silently, but I stay on the bed. Clothed or not, I always feel naked around her.

She's about to leave, pulling on her black coat, but she turns giving me a fake smile. "That was great...really."

She couldn't even make it sound convincing, and I've had enough of her convenient fuck games.

"Why are you doing this Buffy?" I ask and she looks at me for a second. A sadness and innocence I thought was lost flickered for just a second across her face. Just a second.

"Why do you think?" She said sadly. It wasn't enough to think she had feelings toward me. It wasn't enough to think that there was some hope of reaching her. But I think it none the less.

I always do, and she always guts me, tears me, throws me out.

And I always wait.

The End

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