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Frustration (NFB, Locked to Angelus & Dru)

Drusilla's parlor was a mess. The sofa fabric had been ripped to shreds, the stuffing coming out from huge rents in the covering. The bookcase had been toppled over, and books were scattered about the room. Her table had been upended, the tea set knocked over and shattered. Miss Edith's delicate linen gown was stained brown from spilled tea, and her head had been shattered when Drusilla had stepped in it. She stalked back and forth in the room, her heels pounding against the floor as she looked for something unbroken to vent her rage upon.

ETA: OOC - Adult content looks to be getting started, folks. Might want to think about not clicking if you browse from work.

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Angelus made his way into Dru's area carefully. At first because he wanted to keep people from spotting him. Then because he began to see and hear signs of her being in a bad mood.

"Dru?" he called. "Honey? Are you okay?"

Drusilla scooped up the last remaining tea cup and threw it in the direction she heard Angelus' voice coming from.

Angelus dove out of the way, narrowly missing having the cup hit him on the ear. He wiped off a few stray drops that had fallen onto his jacket. "Dru! It's me."

"I hate them," snapped Drusilla. "Horrible, bad, naughty little students who won't learn their lessons."

"Well... yes," Angelus said, finding nothing to dispute in this. He came forward carefully, trying to avoid crunching anything underfoot that was best left uncrunched while at the same time staying ready to leap again if need be. "Who in particular made you unhappy, precious? Can we pluck out their eyeballs and make them cry?"

"Can't kill the students," she said, pouting for a moment before she picked up a teaspoon and flung it at the wall. "Can't maim them. Stupid little girls who think they can play games with me and win. Stupid little Slayers who think they can ignore me. I hate them!" She stomped on a particularly whole-looking section of teapot and smiled in satisfaction as it shattered to slivers under her foot.

"No argument there," Angelus found what passed for a clear space on the floor and stood there, surveying the damage. "So... ol' Buff give you a hard time after I left?"

"They made you go away," said Drusilla angrily. "I wanted you there!" She looked around the room for something else to break. "She a church mouse and didn't want to play. Little girls who want to be the Queen of Hearts think they can play, though." She stalked over to the upended coffee table and thought about how lovely it would look in splinters. "There are little boys who call their teachers names and don't show them any proper respect."

OOC: I should let you know, feel free to just touch Dru and such things, like we did with the last private scene with them. There's not much she wouldn't let Angelus get away with.

"Not one little boy though, right?" Angelus asked, thinking of Logan.

[ooc: Ditto. Also Dru can pick up on any thoughts referenced in the narrative]

"Not that little boy," said Drusilla, setting the table upright, then slamming her palm down on it to break it in half. "That little boy was perfectly delightful." She turned to Angelus. "You can sit down if you want to, Daddy. Little boys with girls' names should never insult their teacher."

"Little boys with boys' names shouldn't do it either," Angelus said. He took one of the chairs, swung it around, and straddled it backward. "At least if they're talking to my princess. Did one of them give you a hard time?"

"Jayne Cobb," said Drusilla. "Buffy Summers. Beka Valentine. Lilly Kane. Cally. Anders." She eyed the chair Angelus was sitting on. It's not broken yet. The sparkle in her eyes and the smile that emerged on her face was all the warning she gave him. She walked up to the chair, then put her foot on the edge of the seat and tipped Angelus backwards.

Angelus stumbled backwards, needing a few steps to right himself. He finally caught himself on the couch and pulled himself back into a standing position.

"Bek's not so bad," Angelus said. "And we all know how I feel about the Slayer. Jayne... Jayne - oh, hey, did you punish him extra hard? I got a friend who doesn't much like him."

Drusilla laughed at him, her anger evaporating. "Can't even break their fingers," she said, sighing wistfully. "Much less pop out their eyes or rip out their tongues." She looked around the room and put one hand over her mouth in a gesture of surprise. "Oops. I broke it."

"We can get you a new room, darling," Angelus came over to put his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled her hair. "Something as pretty as you. Maybe with entrails. This place could use something to make it look a bit cheerier."

"Mmm, entrails," said Drusilla softly as she pushed herself back, closer to Angelus. "With lollipops and posies too?" She moved her head so his lips brushed against the skin of her cheek instead.

Angelus nuzzled her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Yes. And lace. You always did look lovely in lace."

"You're so very good to me, Daddy," she said. "A pretty new room." She turned in his grip so that her face was just inches from his and put her hands on his shoulders. "But what do you want to do now that's wicked?"

"Whatever would make you happy," he took one of her hands in his own and kissed it. "You know how much I don't like it when people make you sad."

"Gentlemen are always kind to their ladies," said Drusilla. Soft, cool lips, beautiful and calming. Calm dulled her, made her step away from the knife. She didn't want to step away. She leaned forward and hissed in his ear. "If we can't kill them, let's forget them, shall we?" She brought her hands up to tangle in his his hair and pulled him to her for a kiss.

OOC: Cool? It probably is, I know, but I like to double-check these things.

Angelus happily kissed her back, letting it linger for a few moments before shifting into game face. He used his fangs to pierce their tongues, mingling their blood in their mouths and adding to the enjoyment.

[ooc: Yep, cool for everything. Fret not]

Drusilla moaned, pressing her body close to his and letting one of her hands slip free from his hair to caress the ridges on his face. When she felt his fangs slice sharly through her tongue, Drusilla screamed into his mouth, the delicious, beautiful pain and blood driving her features to shift and blur as well.

"There's my pretty girl," Angelus said, nuzzling her cheek again after she turned. "Just as beautiful as the say she died."

"In your arms, Daddy," said Drusilla, licking a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth. "Black and unholy in the middle of the chapel." She raked her fingernails down his back, scraping through cloth to cut at his flesh.

Angelus gave a low growl of pleasure. "Indeed. I had to take you from Him. He wouldn't have loved you like I do."

"No one loves me like you do," she said, nipping at his neck. "Show me how much you love me?"

Angelus obliged by shoving her down onto a couch. He tore away any clothing that was near her collar, then bent down to sink his fangs into her neck.

Drusilla arched her back and gasped, reaching one hand up to cup Angelus' neck and force his fangs deeper into her flesh. "Hurt me some more," she said.

He bit harder, tearing her flesh. His hands kept moving, ripping away the front of her clothes so that he could grasp her breasts and pinch the nipples with every ounce of pressure his fingers could contain.

Her gasping became fevered moans as she pushed her breasts up, into his hands. She tore away his shirt, raking her nails back along the slowly-healing welts she'd opened earlier. She could touch his skin, could feel the way he loved her and hurt her.

"Should burn you," Angelus moved his mouth down, scraping his fangs across her flesh from her neck to her shoulderblades then down between her breasts. "Drip Holy water all over your skin until you're good and clean."

"Promises, promises," murmured Drusilla. "Paint little pictures of saints and crosses all on my skin?" She could feel him hard against her, but separated by too much clothing, too covering, too concealing. "Burn the sins away so we can cover them with new ones?"

"Oh yes," Angelus traced his fingers over her skin, drawing out pictures of crosses and doves. "Make you pure, so I can make you mine all over again."

"I never stopped," said Drusilla, feeling the tingling of crosses and wishing they were burning up her flesh. She reached for his belt buckle and slowly unfastened it. "A girl needs her daddy close."

Angelus pushed up into her hand. "I could be closer."

Drusilla ran her fingers down his length and made a soft, low noise in her throat. "Close as can be?" she asked. "Sin burning inside me?"

"Better," Angelus rocked forward, closing the distance between their mouths so he could kiss her. "Family inside of you."

"Family," purred Drusilla. She kissed him back, then scraped her fangs alongside his tongue to draw blood as she pushed his pants down.

Angelus sighed, melting into Dru's touch. Any stresses of the day faded away under the feeling of Dru's very knowledgable hand - she always did know how to make her daddy happy.

For his part, he continued to tear at her clothing. It'd been pretty to start with. Now it was in the way.

Welts and scrapes were delicious stings against her skin as she wrapped her hand back around Daddy's cock. Make him feel, make him shout hoarsely as he ripped into her skin, plunged into her body, that was what she wanted. The slow, delicious pressure between her thighs made her sigh as Daddy came closer to her.

"There's my girl," Angelus said, his voice soft and tender, as though putting a baby to bed in its cradle. He moved into her slowly. "Missed you."

Drusilla wrapped her arms around Angelus gently and tilted her hips to let him move more deeply inside her. "I'm always here, Daddy," she breathed in his ear.

"You always should be," Angelus agreed. He lingered for just a moment, then pulled out just enough to hit her with a hard, sharp thrust of his hips.

[ooc: Must go to bed. More later. Night!]

OOC: Oh, yes, am about to sleep too. *collapses*

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