Addiction Drabbles

[cornerofmadness]

Just moved across three states and almost missed this. Haven't had time to read yet, wonder who's muse I might be sharing in. All are PG-13 though the last one is a bit spicy (and I swear it was supposed to be a sweet little Fang Gang/Scooby interaction and turned into...this) and two are of characters I rarely write so this was fun.

 

Riley –  S 5 Retaliation
 
He didn’t even know how it got started. Maybe it was Buffy’s thing with Dracula or his growing awareness of Spike sniffing around like the dog he was. More likely it was the remembrance of him, that ghost that was between them even when there was nothing between their bodies but a thin layer or sweat. No, that’s when Angel’s memory was most pronounced.
 
However it got started, he was addicted now. The feel of fangs on flesh, the painful pulling of his blood, he desired it, needed it. Riley caressed Buffy’s shoulder then left to find his vampire whore.
 

 

Lorne – S 5  AA
 
It’s not an addiction. Things like that didn’t happen to his people. Then again, they don’t have Sea-Breezes on Pylea. Alcohol didn’t affect him like a human but there was something about the tartness of cranberries and grapefruits. It couldn’t be about the bite of vodka, could it?
 
It was situational. He didn’t drink this much when he ran a club. It was all the stress of helping Angel and his friends. That was the reason he was rarely seen on the home-front without drink in hand. Maybe he was lying to himself. He poured himself another drink to think.

 

Spike  AtS S5  The Fairer Sex
 
Women were his addiction, no not just his. Angel, too, maybe it had something to do with the Aurelius line. It was so easy to obsess about them. His dark rose, his body still trembled with desire whenever he pictured her sweet heart-shaped face. Buffy, all golden and hard, she’ll be the death of him yet. Dawn, her sweet innocence making him willing to lie down his life to protect her. Joyce, the one person to make him feel like a normal man, a friend. Fred, he didn’t understand it but she had gotten to him. Addicted and loving it.

 

Connor/Faith – Post NFA - Playing with your Food
 
It was sweet addiction but he didn’t mind sharing. Sunny had turned him onto it. Now a few years later, Connor was content to share the bounty in this rare time of relaxation. Soon enough, he and Faith had to patrol.
 
He pressed the still-warm chocolate covered strawberry to Faith’s lips, watching them part, wrapping sensually around the fruit, her eyes fluttering shut. She dipped her fingers into the fondue pot and rouged his nipples with the hot, sweet, treat of the gods. Her tongue removed every trace. Who knew he could have so much fun with his chocolate addiction?

 

 

As always x-posted to open_on_sunday

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[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thanks. I'm glad you liked it. I think with alcoholics in the family, i was more sensitive to how much Lorne drank.