Right now, in the drugged state of mind that Buffy is in right now, she doesn't want anything slow or romantic. Rough, wild and uninhibited is exactly what speaks to the part of her that she didn't think existed in this place.
The bruises on her hips will match the bite marks on his neck. She stifles her groans and screams with her teeth in his skin, the taste of his blood on her tongue. Her lips are going to be swollen and cut, but at the moment she's only thinking about this and how much she wants him, how good he feels, how perfect this is in the moment. Later, she'll think about how wrong it was, but this isn't later.
She is more fully stripped down to the slayer than she has ever been. She remembers meeting the first slayer, that raw primitiveness of her and right now, she feels like that slayer despite not having the strength of that slayer. "Oh God," she grits out against the curve of his neck. "More. Don't dare fucking stop."
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The bruises on her hips will match the bite marks on his neck. She stifles her groans and screams with her teeth in his skin, the taste of his blood on her tongue. Her lips are going to be swollen and cut, but at the moment she's only thinking about this and how much she wants him, how good he feels, how perfect this is in the moment. Later, she'll think about how wrong it was, but this isn't later.
She is more fully stripped down to the slayer than she has ever been. She remembers meeting the first slayer, that raw primitiveness of her and right now, she feels like that slayer despite not having the strength of that slayer. "Oh God," she grits out against the curve of his neck. "More. Don't dare fucking stop."